Jan 03, 2009 16:11
Surreal...
The colors seem to blur into, out of, one another.
Like a day dream I once had as a child,
just a silly day dream, but now realized.
Your soft skin brushing my cheek
as I pull closer to you.
Pinch me...I am uncertain.
This is paint on canvas, it has to be.
Or child's chalk drawings on sidewalk,
after the summer sun chases away,
the heavy clouds of farmer's desire.
Growing from the original thought.
Days of daze with a grin on my face,
blood rushing to my face and filling
as my thoughts are of you alone...
I almost forget to breath.
If this be a dream, Oh Morpheus,
I do not wish to awake again
upon finding this happiness,
within these lovely arms entangled.
The vividness of these colors fade
as arms, and hands, and fingers, slip away.
I want to stop you and pull you in
for atleast, one more parting embrace.
Surreal? I feel substance...I think.
Daydream? The sun has gone to bed.
In my arms, lips softly pressed to my cheek.
A long ago dream..finally come true.